Rebekah Salvatore finally found love (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hasherwhims) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
"It makes me the fool you always took me for," she half shrugged. No point in denying it, only a fool would willingly take on Hell for a brother like him, and yet she would. Every time. "I would have done the same for them too, you, Kol, Elijah. You're my family and I love you and that apparently means being willing to take on Hell for you." Her tone was quietly matter of fact. It was the simple truth. "It seems even when I'm so incredibly angry with you, I love you too much to let you go to Hell." And she had been angry. She hadn't yet forgiven him for his treatment of Stefan, and for his cruel words to her when she had been given command of the supernaturals in the battle. Dismissing her as nothing. She had been hurt, angry, and still made that same choice.
"I don't know if I can be helped." She looked faintly desperate at the idea. "Nik, I can't even close my eyes without being back there, I haven't slept in more than fifty years, I'm flinching at every movement, I feel like I'm going crazy and I can't even tell for sure what's real or not any more. I look at you and rationally I know you're not going to turn on me, but I'm scared anyway. I broke Stefan, I broke the man I love so much and I don't know if I ever deserve to be forgiven for that. I haven't fed because I can't, I can't even choke blood down, and I don't know what to do any more."